The fat man scolded him every time he opened his mouth. He lost everything in the casino and was worried about finding someone to vent his anger on.

"It should be this little gourd."

Zhao Yun glanced up and down, and his eyes fell on the fat man's waist. Hanging on the fat man's waist was a small purple-gold gourd, as big as an adult's hand. There was an incomprehensible pattern carved around the gourd.

Apart from his clothes, the only thing left on the fat man's body was this little gourd.

"The young master of the Zhao family?"

The fat man touched his chin. He had just walked too hastily, and now he saw clearly that Zhao Yun was a celebrity. He was also one of the spectators that night. Zhao Yun and the Zhao family were already the biggest laughing stock in Forgotten City.

"Brother, you can't sell this."

Zhao Yun smiled and pointed at the purple gold gourd.

"This is my family heirloom."

The fat man rolled his eyes, he was a monkey spirit. If someone wanted to buy it, he would have to have a big name.

“The price is negotiable.”

"Twelve."

"How about I give you a knife and you go and grab it!"

Zhao Yun pouted.

When I was the young master of the Zhao family, my monthly salary was only three taels of silver.

Don't underestimate three taels of silver. It is a small sum for a rich man, but it can last for an ordinary family for a long time.

This guy is really good, the lion is opening his mouth!

"Three liang." Zhao Yun said, holding up three fingers.

"I can't bargain like you." The fat man curled his lips, hugged the little gourd tightly, and started chirping, "This is a family heirloom. Besides, the dignified young master of the Zhao family, do you still care about this small amount of money?"

"Just three liang, no more."

"No! Let's add some." The fat man grinned.

"Forget it if I don't sell it."

Zhao Yun left a message, turned around and left. He just lost everything. If I don't believe it, you won't sell it.

"Definitely."

The fat man grabbed Zhao Yun and gave him the small gourd, mainly because he was eager to get money to go to the casino to make money.

"Win more."

Zhao Yun was also happy and handed over three pieces of broken silver.

"Okay!"

The fat man took the money and turned around and went straight to the casino. With the money, his legs and feet became lighter.

"Is this going to be a baby?"

Zhao Yun walked back to the military shop, holding the small gourd, turning it over and over. Except for the incomprehensible lines on it, it seemed to be no different from an ordinary small gourd. This cost him three taels of silver.

"No mountain of gold can be as precious as this."

Moon God said leisurely.

"Real or false." Zhao Yun was surprised and subconsciously held the little gourd in his arms.

"How can such treasures be measured by money?"

"What is it capable of?"

"Keep it for now, and I'll teach you how to use it later." Moon God said.

"Then you have to keep it, you have to keep it."

Zhao Yun held it tightly, it was more precious than a mountain of gold. Is it a divine weapon?

However, the Dharma Eye that can penetrate the mind is certainly not simple.

"Fuck."

Before entering the military store, he heard a loud curse. Looking back, he saw that it was the fat man who had just come out, cursing again. It seemed that he had lost all the three taels of silver he had earned from selling the small gourd.

Gambling is harmful!
Chapter completed!